I love to be alone because I find comfort in loneliness.

What do you even know about me. Do you even know everything I've been through? Have you even experienced the pain I felt. What you know is that I was heartbroken because of Charles. But what else do you know about me?

You think it's so easy, you think I like it when I have to admit that I have no friends? I look so fuckin pathetic I can't even. You think I want this to happen? I too want to have many friends, to have my phone ringing all the time and having different people wanting to talk to me.

BUT I JUST DONT.

You don't tell me what to do, you don't know. Don't even pretend that you care, because let's face it, it was just a message of pity.